I don't own the wonder that is Sherlock.

Previous warnings still stand (drug abuse).

"What has she taken, Sherlock?!" After rushing down the stairs with Molly in his arms, hanging in and out of consciousness, Sherlock had rounded on John near the entrance of the club, holding his phone in hand. Upon seeing Sherlock, he began exclaiming "Keep the phone on me? And what about yo-Oh my god. Molly?! Is she-but how…Sherlock, she's-!" "She's been taking substances for a while John, I can tell." Sherlock bitterly spat the word substance out in disgust. After sounds of worry and concern had been ushered from John, Sherlock exclaimed, "Find a black car plate number BD51 SMR John, and quickly! We have to get Molly to the hospital immediately. There's traffic at this time so I can't be relying on the ambulance or a cab. Had to call on Mycroft's assistance. I couldn't find anyone with Molly upstairs nor did I have the time to." John, removing himself from Molly's side after checking her forehead and pulse, ran outside to get a cab with Sherlock close behind, Molly muttering and groaning in his arms.

In the car, Sherlock continued to check on Molly's pulse every few minutes while John told Mary to meet them at the hospital on the phone. With his coat lying on top of Molly, she kept taking it off then pulling it back on, her temperatures rising. Turning the phone off with a sigh, John turned his head to look at his best friend. Closing his eyes before opening them and proceeding, "Sherlock, she'll be alright you know. You don't have to-" "I'm fine, John." Sherlock's voice was clipped and it dawned on John how Sherlock was angry at Molly, at the same time worried about her. His stubbornness may have allowed the angry side to take rule, but John could see in Sherlock's never straying eyes and even his hands that kept rubbing the sweat off Molly's head constantly, Sherlock couldn't bear to see her in a position that he used to be in years back and got out alive only barely.

He couldn't let emotions rule his head. No. And definitely not at such a crucial time. So he decided to help in the way he knew best. After a few minutes deducing and observing all the facts in his head, Molly began squiggling around in the car. Sherlock could make nothing out of Molly's muttering since it was just babbles and sighs before. After a few sips of water Sherlock made her drink, she started squealing and giggling trying to sit up, failing miserable however in the tiny car. "Sherlockkk! Mmmnf I feel sooooo…ummmm" If he wasn't so worried about Molly's high pulse, he would've been very amused. John leaned his head near the driver telling him to find a faster route. "Why would you, of all people YOU choose to go for this, Molly?! I never could've imagined that you-" "Ohhhhhh but Sherlock! Sherlock Sherlock Sherlyyyock! I do it to mmmmmm… to find someone!" Finally getting somewhere, Sherlock straightened his back and looked at Molly, eyes widening, "What do you mean?" "Everyone has someone, silly! I don't, so I found this! Now I need no one, but Roofie! That's what Ed said," Molly giggled, "that rhymes! Ed said!" Ignoring Sherlock's questions on whom 'Ed' is, she lowered her head back on his lap and closed her eyes. Sherlock was going through the facts while John kept badgering Molly to keep her eyes opened throughout the car ride.

As the doctor's continued to work on her in the emergency room, Sherlock stood stock still in the waiting room. He refused to make eye contact with anyone, not even when Mary walked in and gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze before sitting down beside John. Mike had showed as well with Molly's favourite chocolate after hearing from John, pacing the room for a while before settling down in a chair as well. All were waiting. But none more so than Sherlock Holmes.

"If they find signs of her relapsing afterwards, she'll be taken to the same hell-hole I was." John looked up to see his friend, solemnly looking downwards. "She won't come back the same. She's not strong enough-" "Sherlock!" He looked up in despair to see John enraged. "If there's anything Molly Hooper is that we should never doubt, especially YOU, is her strength. Don't you ever forget who helped you during your time of need! She may have fallen down this time, but don't think that she will ever fall back on those roofies, not with Mary, Mrs. Hudson, Mike, you, and I with her. This was a fallback due to a negative emotional response, you said so yourself in the car!"

Grinning, Sherlock admitted, "You're right John. Absolutely and completely right, she just took a small wrong step. That doesn't mean I've lost her, have I? Molly Hooper will most certainly make it. Molly Hooper, the one stronger than myself, the one who will never go back to those drugs."

Molly Hooper, the one with my heart.

The doctors had showed up when everyone was exhausted in the morning and said that Molly Hooper was in stable condition and were just waiting for her to wake up which should be quite soon. Everyone let out a smile and breath of air at the doctor's words, with Sherlock just exclaiming "I already knew that soon as the doctor walked into the room. It was in the way his feet particularly-" "Oi, shut it and have a chocolate!"

A few hours into the morning, Sherlock told Mike and Mary to leave their flowers and chocolate gifts with him so they can leave for work, and to return in the evening. "You'll both be alright, you know." Mary smiled at Sherlock rolling his eyes at her statement, leaving the waiting room with John. "I'm just popping out to pick up Mrs. Hudson from Baker Street. She was barking mad when I told her and demands to see Molly ASAP."

Sherlock was glad he'd be the first to see Molly. Not to pester her with questions, well that too, but too tell her how important she truly is in his life. Coming to terms with sentiment took time, but Sherlock Holmes never backed away from a challenge, he thought with a smirk. Then again, this all depends on whether Molly still feels the same way still.

After pestering the nurses whether or not he can go in to see her, Sherlock resentfully sat down after twenty minutes, tempted to call in Lestrade or even Mycroft to let him in. Not long after, the nurse came in to tell Sherlock that Molly Hooper could take visitors. Sherlock walked into the room carefully, intent on studying her vitals first. But it was nothing that he could've expected when he saw Molly sitting up, crying and sniffling. Red eyes showing not a hint of stopping.

"Molly!"

She looked up at the sound of his voice, putting down the napkins and attempting to stop the sniffling. "Oh Sherlock! Um…thank you for finding me last night." Molly mumbled looking down at her fingers.

"You remember, everything then?" Sherlock tentatively took a step into the room, making his way near the visitors' chair near the bed.

"Yes." Molly whispered, eyes wide and her tone filled with dread.

"Good. Um, yes that's good. You don't have any memory lapses, and well…" Sherlock wished desperately for John or even Mary to be here with him. They could've easily covered the comfort Molly part while he asked the investigative questions. He could've used his 'charm' that he sometimes did to find body parts, but a part of him felt a pang and decided not to use any tactics going into this conversation.

"Molly, I must say I am quite at a loss for words." Sherlock settled himself into the chair and looked at her only to see shock and anger bubbling through. "YOU …YOU HAVE NO RIGHT, NO RIGHT AT ALL TO JUDGE ME SHERLOCK HOLMES!" Taken aback, Sherlock shut his mouth letting her continue with wide eyes. Molly took a deep breath and closed her eyes before continuing, "Of all people, how dare you sit there and act all high and mighty?" "What?! You think I'm here to judge you, or…or mock you?"

Lifting her nose in the air, "You're not the only one that can turn to recreational activities!" Shocked, Sherlock resisted the urge to grab her shoulders and shake her into seeing sense. "So, you don't plan on stopping?" Gritting his teeth, Sherlock held back yelling at her when Molly refused to answer his question. "You…..you're not allowed!" Childish and as possessive it may sound, Sherlock couldn't see any way to convince Molly to stop this. "Not allowed? Coming from you, former drug addict! I only delve into it a little" "YOU ALMOST DIED LAST NIGHT!" The nurse came in putting a tray of food on a shelf beside Sherlock, eyeing them with glances as she went back out. Both sat back realizing how out of breath they were after the argument.

"You'll get put in rehab, Molly. Do you want that to happen? Of course you don't, but Molly it will happen. I can assure you how I would never want you there because I know how terrible it is, but I will gladly ensure that you do if you show even an inkling of a desire for ANY substances." Sherlock stated as calmly as the situation allowed, and left the room before making anything worse.

He heard Molly begin to sob again, and resisted the urge to go back into the room. Sherlock saw from the corner of his eye John entering with Mrs. Hudson.

"Sherlock, is everything alright? Is Molly-"

"She's fine!" Sherlock snarled.

Alright! So one or two chapters to go (with possible epilogue)! So I don't have much information about drug use and the consequences so had to do a bit of research for this part, HOPEFULLY everything coincides. Thank you so much for the reviews again, and also for llamas! I live in Canada, so apologies for any weird non brit talk. If anyone's seen the new pics and trailer, I was tempted to use lines or the picture with the new guy Tom as part of the story. (Maybe replace Ed with Tom but decided not to). Anyways, hope everyone has a wonderful day!